Chpt. 21 APOV:
"We need to talk," the driver of the golf cart turns around and immediately I panic as I don't recognize him.
"About?" Christian's voice is firm as he wraps an arm around my chest trying to conceal my exposed breasts from this stranger.
"The apple pie is still warm," he says looking right at me.
The realization hits me almost immediately; the phrase he used is the code phrase for the mission. One that only those known to bureau would have access to. I have far more questions than I can ask right now but the biggest one is how, when and why did the bureau send another agent to the resort.
"Continue," I nod acknowledging the phrase.
"You need to call the main desk exactly one hour after I drop you off at your building," he pauses looking around to make sure no one is near us. "Tell them that your television isn't working properly and you need someone to take a look at it. Taylor will be dispatched to your room and will have further information for you."
"Understood," I confirm.
He nods before turning around and pulling out of the parking lot, heading back towards the main building. An hour….we have to wait an hour to find out why a third agent is here and what Taylor needs to talk to us about. Taylor hasn't sought us out nor have we sought Taylor out since we arrived as to not risk our cover. Taylor now seeking us out has me concerned, especially now that we're so close to the auction and hopefully finding Kate.
"Sir, enjoy your evening," the driver pulls up in front of our building.
"Thank you," Christian says before sliding me from his lap.
He leads me through the lobby straight to the elevator and while I know he wants to ask what's going on, he refrains ever mindful that someone could be watching us. Without a word, he leads me from the elevator when the doors open and down the hall to our room. Once inside he nods towards the closet; I sigh when the light on the sensor shows a steady green indicating that there are no recording devices active in the room. Part of me was concerned that perhaps Taylor was coming to tell us that the devices had been turned back on while we were gone.
"We're clear," I announce.
"Was the driver another agent? Did you recognize him? Why the fuck did he talk about an apple pie?" Christian fires question after question at me.
"The apple pie phrase is the code for the mission; only operatives assigned to the mission would know the code. It's a way to let other agents that you didn't know were assigned to the mission that you're a friendly. In this case, I've never met that agent but he was letting us know who he was."
"So the FBI sent in another agent?"
"That's the way it seems."
"Fuck…I don't like this."
"Me either, but unfortunately we have to wait an hour to call Taylor before we can some answers."
"You trust the driver?"
"I trust the bureau and the mission's integrity."
"Okay," he sighs in obvious reluctance.
"OH!" I make mistake of sitting on the bed, temporarily forgetting about the plug stuck in my ass which gets pushed in deeper. I roll to my side to elevate the pressure.
"Let's take a shower and get that out of you," Christian offers me his hand to help me from the awkward position I'm sitting. I accept it and slowly slip from the bed, careful not to jostle the plug any further. Once we're in the bathroom he removes the collar from my neck and places it on the vanity before stripping me from the outfit I wore for the scene.
"I'm sorry," Christian's eyes meet mine in the mirror. "I was so focused on getting you back here that I forgot about…this." He hand slides down to my ass and I feel him grip the end of the plug.
"It's okay, I know you just wanted to get out of there-"
"It's not an excuse," he interrupts. "I should have been more focused on you and your needs-"
"Christian!" it's my turn to interrupt. "You were only focused on my needs! Just like you are in every scene we're in. You forgot this because you knew I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible."
"Lean forward on the sink," he doesn't say anything else but I know that doesn't mean he accepts my argument. I take a step back before leaning over the sink and try to force myself to relax. "This might be somewhat uncomfortable."
"I know."
I hear Christian opening the drawer of the vanity moments before cool oil drips between my cheeks, coating the small portion of the plug that remains outside of my body. He wiggles the plug around some which has to the oddest feeling in the entire world.
"Take a deep breath and slowly blow it out," he instructions. While I do as he says, he firmly tugs on the plug. I gasp as it stretches me before completely sliding out. "Come, let's take a shower."
With my hand in his, he starts the shower water, opening the curtain for me to climb in. I watch as he strips off his clothes before joining me only a matter of minutes later. His arms are immediately around me and I relax against his chest.
"You were amazing," he whispers. "I wasn't sure if you were going to be able to shut everything out, but you did. I'm beyond proud of you for time and time again staying in the scene Ana."
"Thanks…" I blush at his complement. "The headphones and blindfold really helped."
"Those may have helped, but don't discount how hard it still was for you to stay focused on the scene and tune everything else out," he argues.
"I think…it was easier because I trust you," I admit. "If I didn't trust you, there's no way I would have been able to let go. I would have been worried about what you were doing, what was going to happen, who was watching and worrying if they were going to come into the scene-"
"Never!" he growls in my ear.
"I know that, but if it were anyone else here with me, I don't know that I would be so certain," I admit.
"You have no idea what it means to me when you say you trust me Ana."
"I fought it Christian, but ultimately I knew you were the only person I could do this with. Going through all of this with you…it's made me fall in love with you all over again."
"Fuck baby," he quickly turns me around before capturing my lips in his.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he tugs me against him so our bodies are flush against each other. This is the part I miss when we scene in the play areas; this connection isn't there. I mean, of course there's a connection because it's Christian who's there with me, but I feel it more when we're in our room than I do when we're outside of here.
"Baby, if we had more time I would show you just how much I love you," he groans against my lips. "But I don't want to miss the time that we're supposed to call for the television issue."
"I know," I rest my head against his chest.
As Christian gently washes my body, which he insists he needs to do, I can't help but wonder what Taylor has to tell us and why the bureau sent another agent in undercover. It drives me crazy having to wait to make the call that would end all the guessing, but I know Taylor must have had his reasons for wanting us to wait an hour.
"I'll get the oil, go lay on the bed," Christian says after we step out of the shower.
"Okay," I learned to stop arguing about this after realizing I wasn't going to win. Besides, even though I don't feel sore after a scene the massage definitely helps relax my muscles. I go into the bedroom and lay the towel on the bed as I have done after each of our scenes since we arrived. I lay on my stomach on the towel, completely nude. The temperature in the room is always kept pretty warm which I'm grateful for given the small amount of clothing I wear even when we're in here. I never thought I would look forward to going home and throwing on a pair of jeans or better yet a pair of yoga pants.
"How much time do we have before we need to call?" I ask when Christian climbs onto the bed.
"Just under thirty minutes," he answers. "I've set the alarm on the clock to alert us a few minutes before we need to call."
"Hmmmmm," I moan when he starts massaging my shoulders.
He doesn't say anything as he slowly works the oil into my skin. Straddling my thighs he slowly massages my arms, down to my wrists which are still slightly pink from the restraints. He slowly works his way down my back, to my thighs then to my calves even gently massaging my feet before following the same path back up. He nudges my legs apart just before I feel his fingers press against my sex.
"Christian," I gasp.
"Are you sore here?" he asks.
"No," I can feel my face heat up at his bluntness.
He pulls back just long enough to pour more oil on his fingers before I feel them slowly enter me, massaging my opening and the area surrounding it. He lays down on the bed next to me, on his side, as he continues to massage me.
"What about here?" His fingers move up to my rear entrance.
"A little," I whisper and my face heats up even more.
"You did amazing, you know," he continues to massage the area. "I know you were scared and that was the last thing on your limit list that you wanted to push, but you did it beautifully. You came so hard; you were so fucking sexy up there. You shut everyone and everything out, focusing only on the scene. You made me so proud Ana."
"I…."
He leaves me speechless, absolutely speechless.
"Did it hurt?"
"No," I admit. "There was some discomfort at first, but it didn't actually hurt."
"Good," he sighs in relief. "I was hoping that you weren't holding back using your safe word."
"I wasn't….Christian!"
I gasp when he pores more of the oil over me and slips a finger into my tight entrance.
"It'll help the muscles that were stretched by the plug," he explains.
"I swear when all this is over," I close my eyes when he increases the pressure. "You should get something shoved up your ass for everything you've put in mine."
"Ana," he groans as his finger stops moving inside of me. "Baby, you want try pegging when this is over?"
"First off, I have no idea what pegging is-"
"When a woman, typically a domme, uses a strap on on a man," he interrupts.
"Oh," I remember seeing that in one of the books. "But…I…I was just joking."
"Baby, if you wanted to try that, you definitely earned the right to after this week."
"Wait…you'd let me shove a fake dick up your ass?" I turn on my side facing him better.
"After everything I've done to you here, I'll let you do anything you want at home."
Home….not at Time Out….but at home. Hmmmm
"You….you've done that before? Or had someone else-"
"No," his response is quick. "Never."
"But you'd let me…"
"Yes."
"I-"
BEEP
The alarm on the clock goes off ending our conversation which is probably for the better because I have no idea what I was going to say or how we even got on this topic to begin with. He reaches behind me and hits a button on the alarm clock turning off the annoying beeping sound.
"Baby, when we get home you can do anything you want to me," he whispers before leaning down to kiss me. He slides off the bed and goes into the bathroom to wash up while I take the towel and wrap it around my body. A few minutes later Christian calls the front desk and relays the message about the television not working.
"What should I wear?" I ask. "If Taylor is coming I'd prefer to be…covered but what if they send someone else?"
"I thought about that," he goes over to the closet and I hear him rummaging through the clothes. "What about this one?"
"This could work," I take the dress I wore the first day we arrived. It covers everything thankfully, but is still appropriate for being here. "Thank you. I didn't want him to see me in one of the other outfits."
"Neither did I," his eyes find mine before I turn to quickly change in the bathroom.
I throw the silk robe on over the dress, adding another layer of coverage even if it really doesn't cover very much. I reattach the collar and open the bathroom door just as someone knocks on our door. Christian gives me a quick glance, I suppose making sure that I'm dressed, before going to answer the door.
"I understand you're having problems with your television sir?" I hear Taylor ask.
"Yes, we can't seem to get any of the channels to work," Christian explains.
"If I could come in and look at it, I'm sure I can figure out the issue for you."
"Thank you."
Taylor enters the room, heading straight for the television until Christian closes the door and we hear the latch securing it. Taylor places his bag on the floor next to the small round table and takes a deep breath.
"There's been a lot of talk about what's going to happen tomorrow night," he gestures for Christian and I to take the seats opposite of him.
"What kind of talk?" I ask.
"Were you invited to the auction tomorrow night?" he asks Christian.
"Yes, Hyde extended the invite after…earlier tonight," Christian confirms.
"Over the last few days a lot has been going on," Taylor explains. "New guests have arrived and additional work was requested to certain areas of the resort. Areas that haven't been used since I started here."
"How do you know all of this? What's with another agent being sent in?" I ask.
"After you arrived, I managed to bug Elena's office," he says. "I had been trying to get in there since I arrived, but they don't allow just anyone access to her office. It just happened to coincide with your arrival, but one of the regular guards were out sick and they needed someone to deliver something to her office."
"So you bugged it," I repeat.
"Yes, at first nothing was said in her office. It seemed any conversations about the auction were taking place somewhere else."
"Hyde's office," I assume.
"Likely," he agrees. "But in the last week, things have started to heat up so to speak. I'm thinking as the auction got closer, Elena and Hyde had to meet more often to go over details."
"What do we know?" Christian asks.
"Several new guests have arrived over the last few days," Taylor explains. "They arrive well after normal hours and are handled by Elena directly. I don't know where they all go, but some are sent to the individual cottages on the outskirts of the property."
"Individual cottages?" Christian asks.
"Yes they're not near here, so you probably haven't seen them."
"I recall them on the property outline, they're in the middle of the woods right?" I ask.
"Yes, and from what I understand you'll be moved into one tomorrow morning as well."
"Wait what?" Christian asks.
"We're being moved?" I ask.
"Yes, apparently anyone who is participating in the auction stays in one of the cottages."
"What do we need to know about the cottage?" I ask.
"The recording…I can't divert it," he cringes.
"They're going to be watching us?" I gasp.
"There's no way around it," Taylor nods. "There's only so many cottages, it'll be obvious if there's no recording coming from your cottage."
"Makes sense."
"Have you been to these cottages?" Christian asks.
"Yes," Taylor confirms. "Really the set up isn't too different than this room. Each cottage has a private bathroom, large bedroom and an open porch. The cottages aren't close to one another, so…guests can't hear what goes on in each one. From what I'm told the walls are extra thick, almost providing a sound proofing feature. Each room has more…restraints built into as compared to these rooms."
"Wow," I shake my head not wanting to even picture it.
"They're going to move us there in the morning?" Christian asks.
"Yes, Elena said she would send someone to your room to move you after breakfast."
"What do you know about the auction itself?" I ask.
"Not much," he sighs. "They're very tight lipped about that unfortunately. I do know though that the bureau has deposited a large amount of money into the account associated with the reservation so you can go as high as you need to."
"The bureau is aware that we…Christian is going to try to buy one of the girls?" I clarify.
"Yes, while no one expected it to get to this point, the bureau believes the best course of action would be to try to buy one of the girls. When you leave here, obviously you'll need to ensure you're not being followed, you'll meet at a rendezvous point where she'll be taken immediately in for medical attention. The two of you will of course be debriefed…and well you know the paperwork that will need to follow."
"Right."
"The driver who was with us tonight?" Christian asks.
"When I noticed things were starting to pick up around here I asked the bureau to send in another agent since Elena was hiring additional security for the week. He's another set of eyes on the ground since we have no idea what's about to happen."
"Good."
"There's one other thing…" Taylor pauses.
"What?" Christian asks.
"You've been the topic of conversation in Elena's office," Taylor looks directly at me.
"I have?" I gulp.
"It seems…Hyde has his eye on you," Taylor admits.
"Fuck!" Christian practically leaps from his chair. "He's not getting anywhere near you."
"That would be my advice," Taylor agrees. "You need to find a way to keep him far away from both of you. They're being very vague, but Hyde indicating several times that he would like to take you on…as quote one of his girls."
"Ew," I shiver just from the words alone.
"Here's the thing….I don't think you're going to be allowed in the auction," Taylor points out.
"Why the fuck not?" I ask.
"I don't think most doms would bring their current slave with them while they go to bid on another slave," Christian explains.
"That was my thought," Taylor agrees. "My advice, find a way to get in there. Find an excuse for you to need to be there together. I'd offer to come to you when the auction starts but…"
"No, there's too many unknowns. Too many things could prevent you from coming to the cottage," I finish his sentence.
"Exactly."
"We'll figure something out," Christian says. "Ana isn't fucking leaving my side, I don't give a shit what anyone says."